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The tree in the front of the yard |
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is starting to grow |
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now that we've trimmed away the leaves |
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now look at it go |
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and that's just how I feel |
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now that we've started to reveal |
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all the things I thought I lost |
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and the hard time I concealed |
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and that's just how I know |
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how I felt the solid glow |
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how I felt the bitter cold |
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and no, i'm not going home |
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sometimes you just wouldn't dare |
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sometimes you can't go home |
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sometimes you're already there |
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when i look at you, i'm there |
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the blood pooled at my legs is starting to flow |
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now that you came along |
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and made what was so broken whole |
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but I still feel sick at this place that I have built |
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maybe it's not real, man, this is how I feel |
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and if it just gets worst, yeah, if I never heal |
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well, those are just the breaks man |
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cause I'm not going home |
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and I don't ****ing care |
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sometimes you can't go home |
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sometimes you're already there |
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and I look at you, i'm there |
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yeah, I'm there |
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when I look at you, I'm there |
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yeah, I'm there |
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oh my god |
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oh my god |
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I'm not going home |
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no, I am already there |
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I'm not going home |
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I'm already there |
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no, I'm not going home |
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no, I am already there |
